Am I crazy or am I in Seine?
yumado | May 13, 2009
The night began with a bottle of champagne. There were dreams of the French Foreign Legion. I rolled out of bed and into a body of water. The water was cold and I was startled. Share and Enjoy:
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yumado | May 13, 2009
You were once mine. With your feathers all stubby and brown. You went about with a quack and waddle and a quack. You once told me you loved me. Then, one day, you left. I found out you weren’t what I thought you were. Share and Enjoy:
Exhibiting Presentations
yumado | May 13, 2009
I ordered a drink and noticed her looking at me. Our eyes met. She walked over in her sleek dress, very slowly. She ran her fingers through my hair. I exhaled. She grabbed my drink, took a sip and threw it in my face. “I’m your daughter”, she said. Share and Enjoy:
I Scream, "Sandwiches!"
yumado | May 13, 2009
Sometimes I wake up shivering. Other times, I wake up dreaming. I get cold. I get hot. I sweat. I dream of dreams that shouldn’t be dreamt. Suddenly, I’m awake with my eyes wide open and I scream, “Sandwiches!” They were attacking. I thought someone should know. Share and Enjoy: